at least until the election's over. but of course. (grunting quietly) if you'll excuse me, i have now broken free in the back. gentlemen, i present to you the hurt locker game. (cheering) okay, that cardboard box over by the dumpster contains a c4-loaded ied plastic explosive. which one of us is going to try to defuse it first? lester? mm-mm. tim? mm-mm. holt? mm-mm. franklin, the 49-year-old bankruptcy lawyer we just started hanging out with this week? hells, yeah, i'll do it. cleveland, you've really made me feel like part of the gang. i look forward to years of misadventures with you. as us also do we. duck for cover! (over radios): whoa! wow! awesome! holy (bleep)! franklin, that was so cool. better luck next time, buddy. franklin, do you copy? franklin? (holt over radio): big brown, this is muscle milk. over. i think something's wrong with franklin's headset. oh, god. (over radio): guys, it's gus. those hot wings you ordered are ready. hope this isn't a bad time. over. no, gus, you were right to tell us. (sobbing) this would be a